REVIEW: A gem in Bradford; with cake, coffee, etc


BRADFORD ON AVON is spoiled for choice when it comes to places to eat but the better half and I found a little treasure I thought it best to share.

With the appearance of a mini-Bath without the hustle and bustle of city life, Bradford is everything Bath should be by daytime, with the tranquillity of a market town.

On a sunny day the narrow Bath Stone streets are awash with visitors and the ambience is relaxing and blasé, the population mature but chic. Naturally, the coffee shop styled café is a popular choice here, we found Coffee Etc. in Lamb Yard, slightly tucked off the main drag, just across the bridge and suitably situated in a small market area; time for a break from our stroll.

An honest and friendly place greeted our eyes, well, mine were on the cakes but you get the picture. Popular with the locals, Coffee Etc. had a steady flow of customers, most seemed to know the drill so I gather loyalty ensues here. Once settled the first thing I do in coffee shops is check the price; you know what some are like. I was content, the prices are agreeable and so we order our food from the friendly staff.

The wife went for the toasted bacon and stilton ciabatta from an adequate choice and I bagged myself a breakfast ciabatta from the specials board; with sausage, bacon, egg, tomato and mushroom crammed in there like an overcrowded food festival.


The proprietor told me her husband had requested this dish; “man-food” options are sparse. I like the way this guy is thinking, although the other choices sound appetising, there’s loaded jacket potatoes, salads and sandwich/baguette, homemade soup, a ploughman’s and more, you get the general picture; it’s light lunches with crunch and taste.

They have a selection of bottled beers and wine, ice cream, a modest children’s menu and, oh yeah, they have cake; I did mention the cake didn’t I? The lunch was tasty with a little side salad and the hot chocolate was well, chocolatey. This adorable homely snack bar had the atmosphere, pleasantness and it also had the tasty food; one happy little bunny. “Do you fancy some cake?” the better half asked, arm twisted.

Now I am sure you’d love to explore Bradford on your own, you may even know of another gem nearby, there seem to be so many but, you wouldn’t be disappointed with Coffee Etc and you save yourself taking a chance. Pop in there, tell them I sent you and, oh yeah, bring me back some cake.


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